Friday, March 27, 2009

What Bugged You Today? -- Contest

I'm about to disappear for most of April to write a new book. This will probably expand into May, because it always does. I may or may not be posting regular contests during April. We'll see how it goes. All going well, I'll still be able to toss up a few challenges and nothing will change. Or, I could get sucked in totally, and forget this blog exists for a week or two and I would most likely make up for it by throwing a bonanza contest once I'm back. You just never know what to expect when I go radical. So, enjoy this weekend's challenge like it's the last for a few weeks. CHALLENGE: Fictionalize something that bugged you today. Tell the story in 100 words or less. EXAMPLE: No way. There are too many options to choose from to give an example. 'Fictionalize' could mean a lot of things. Instead of that guy in the pick up truck talking on his cell phone while driving toward me in my lane until I beeped and he swerved, it could be an alien in a spaceship, distracted by making a side salad or fluffing his enormous afro, veering into my space-lane until I zapped him with my ray gun. Or it could be exactly what happened, but the driver of the truck has just heard news that his favorite horse had died, or his cancer screen came back negative. Or a kangaroo could be driving the truck. Or a giant nose. The possibilities are endless. Leave your answer and email in the comment area. DEADLINE: Tuesday, March 31st 11:59 EDT. You've got nearly a week. Spread the word. If someone you know has a bad day, send them here. Writing out daily annoyances can be fun. PRIZE: A signed copy of The Dust of 100 Dogs. Winner announced on Friday April 3rd GOOD LUCK! Random Linkage: Hope from Hope's Bookshelf posted a smashing review of D100D at her blog today. A funny line for me was:
I couldn't figure out this book until pretty much the last page. It made me mad while I was reading it...
I have been scolded a few times for being a tricky little monkey, because some people don't find this feeling you describe at all fun. I'm glad you were able to enjoy it! Thanks for spreading the word! And for your listening enjoyment, the audio version of a sea chantey from a few contests ago, thanks to the talented Jonathan Quist. This shows that forcing people to be creative can really pay off! I LOVE this. LOVE it. A huge thank you for Jonathan for belting it out! The Dust of 100 Dogs by J. Quist

11 comments:

~THE OPTIMISTIC PESSIMIST ~ said...

LOL I'll play!

Today, my day started out normal enough.. I went to work too early for most mere humans 4 am. I sadly had to wait till 630 for the coffee gods to open the coffee bar at my work. I got my coffee from the coffee goddess at the coffee bar... did I mention I love, love, love, coffee. I was happily on my way, when a evil demon (customer)knocked into my cart. Spilling my beloved liquid nutrition.... I picked up my ray gun (tele-scan)
and eradicated her outta my existence.... all that was left was dust! :O)

Lifkdasux(at)aol(dot)com

A.S. King said...

Sally was very sad, as she sat in her office, half bent over, feeling that awful feeling. She knew the day would come--the day when she just couldn't stomach a McDonalds chocolate shake anymore. She didn't think it would be this soon. *sigh*

(No I am not entering. I am fictionally bitching.)

Stephanie said...

It took days for my stolen pen to reappear. I knew the wayward writing utensil was mine because I'm the only one who refuses to use the low-budget sticks that management buys. Now someone left it on top of the toilet. Didn't my co-workers see that news expose about bathroom spores? Even worse, the pen thief had taken the daily crossword from the break room that I take home every evening. At a glance I could see 32 down wasn’t right. The wrong answer, etched in my ink in the office john, was just another sign that I should quit.

stephanie.feldstein@gmail.com

(thanks...that was fun :) )

Sara J. Henry said...
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Erika Lynn said...

I was having another boring day of serving people wings and beer at the restaurant when I had two guys who started drinking, heavily. After seven beers I had to cut them off and they got very angry and yelled at me. Then my super awesome pirate friend came out from the kitchen, forced them to leave me a good tip (2009 version of stealing their gold) and then made them leave (2009 version of walking the plank). And that is why I keep a pirate in the kitchen of work. Even if he does eat all the cheese fries.

sports dot erikalynn at gmail dot com

Reverie said...

How can I think? How can I even function? Work is not what it sued to be. Children running a muck yelling hollering bellowing out their lungs!!! The sweet little baby sits horrified at his older brother's fiasco. I just stare, closing my eyes, hoping and praying the quiet will somehow settle in. That or I'll just hide. And never come back. Babysitting isn't what it used to be.

vandsmedia[at]gmail[dot]com

pepsivanilla said...

As I tried to figure out what had jolted me from sleep, the thunder sounded again, shaking the entire upper floor and threatening to send my collection of Coke bottles to their own shattered grave. When I peeled back the curtains to observe the ongoing war between thunder and lightning, the room was pitched into the deepest darkness. The raindrops rocketed toward the ground faster than Pluto from the list of planets. All I could do was crawl back into bed and hope against hope that after the last three days, the sky would soon tire of this game.

Iryna said...

Today I was working on a project with a girl in my class. We were falling a little behind in schedule so I stayed in with her to work on it in our computer lab. Please note: This girl isn't exactly the sharpest pencil in the box nor does she try to change that so I ended up doing all the work. Again. Anyways, I had just finished a large section of the project to I turned to my partner for her approval and found her fooling around with the other computers. When I asked her if she thought what I did was okay she stormed over to me, glanced - I mean GLANCED - at the computer screen, jabbed her figure at it and said "NO." The computer rocked back and forth for a second then the screen went black. You read that right - the screen went black. And no, our project was not saved. My so called "partner" almost lost a tooth. I won't go into further detail.

blackink.creampaper@gmail.com

E. M. Reads said...

I swear this is the never ending bite of broccoli. It just regenerates in my mouth over and over. Just when I think I’ve chewed enough to swallow, the bite is still there. Disgusting.

Sigh. Chomp. Pretend to work. Shop online. Chomp. Back to work.

Dieting wouldn’t be so terrible if I didn’t have to smell the delicious fries in the cube next door! I can actually hear squirting ketchup!

Sigh. Chomp. Peeks over the cube to take a whiff.

No one’s there? Is she really leaving those glorious fries all alone?

Sigh. Smile. Shove in fries. Back to work.

emily.m.reads@gmail.com

Anonymous said...

My room the vortex of endless crap has grown. Bodies are being found, old and misplaced homework has appeared. I alone with a trash bag try to clean it while my parents are shouting, demanding for the room to be clean.

jmsparkuhl@cox.net

Derek said...

What bugged me today?

It was me. For weeks I had been skulking around the sad fringes of my consciousness looking for a chance to shock the short faced imposter I have become. Today was to be the day. I tweaked his nose while slept. He woke with a smile remembering his grandfather’s favorite trick. I stole his lunch money. The nice girl in the next cubicle shared her meal. I broke his watch. He enjoyed a day unshackled by time. I kept him up late. He drew and wrote and read, used the time well. I really bug me.

Thanks Ms. King - this was a lot of fun...
Derek
dgsteele@go.com